Chapter 117 I Think I'm Allergic to Alcohol
Eula was already fast asleep and not pleased to be disturbed, stirring and swatting the air with her hand. She turned on her side, and her breathing deepened again.
Judson furrowed his brows and called out to her softly.
"Eula, wake up…"
He glanced down at himself with a mix of annoyance and disbelief. She was asleep?
Was she playing some sort of game with him? Judson's complexion darkened with irritation.
Suddenly his eyes scanned over her chest, and a mischievous smile played on his lips.
"Eula, you're asking for it."
The next morning, Eula woke up in an unfamiliar bed and let out a startled yelp.
"Ah!"
She knew she shouldn't drink; what had happened last night?
Rubbing her head, her memory was a blur, but something about the room felt familiar. Then it clicked.
"Judson's room."
Her eyes widened as she hastily pulled back the covers, relieved to find herself in pajamas and otherwise untouched.
She sighed. Clearly, she'd had too much to drink, and Judson had brought her here.
But had he changed her clothes?
The thought sent a blush across her cheeks as she cursed under her breath.
"Pervert."
Eula slid out of bed and found her neatly folded clothes at its edge. A small twist of a smile curved her lips.
So, Judson had a bit of OCD.
Dressing herself, she felt a slight discomfort in her chest and noticed a rash had flared up. She'd never had an alcohol allergy before, though.
Shaking off the confusion—since there was no real pain—she headed to the bathroom to freshen up. When she came downstairs, Judson was sitting at the dining area enjoying breakfast.
Feeling a bit awkward, she greeted him, "Good morning, Judson!"
She had taken over his bed last night and felt a pinch of guilt.
Judson, recalling the previous evening's events, felt exceptionally invigorated today after holding back for so long.
"Morning," he responded cheerfully.
Eula took a seat next to him and noticed a breakfast plate set for her.
"Is this breakfast for me, Judson?"
Her stomach growled—she was ravenous, and oddly enough, she couldn't recall doing anything last night to work up such an appetite.
"Start with this hangover soup," Judson suggested.
As the maid emerged from the kitchen with a smile, she greeted Eula warmly.
"Good morning, Miss Lowe!"
Eula nodded politely, realizing that there were house staff who likely came in the morning to make breakfast and clean, not staying into the evening.
Watching the maid tidy up the place, Eula suddenly felt compelled to ask a question.
"Judson, do you know what the symptoms of an alcohol allergy are?" Ashley said as she finished getting dressed, feeling a sharp sting in her chest, somewhat uncomfortable.
Judson sipped his coffee, a shadow crossing his handsome face. "You're allergic to alcohol?"
Shaking her head, Ashley replied, "I've never been, but last night I had some imported liquor, which I don't usually drink. My chest turned all red and it's sore. I think I might be allergic."
Almost spitting out his coffee with a chuckle at her clueless expression, Judson wondered if she really had no idea what had transpired the previous evening. His lips curled into a half-smile. "Sounds like it. I'll have Myles pick up some ointment for you. Just apply it at the office; you should be fine."
